Steam Engine

The slow rumble of the train
overhead
is our lullaby
that rocks us to sleep
as we lay in
suspendedmotion
in our hammock
tied under the elevated tracks.

I kiss you
vigorously
to chase the taste of
dripping axle grease
from our mouths
before
an errant wheel skid
sparks our passions
and our hammock
aflame.

Our embers will tell the story of our fiery romance.